It's difficult to be aware of "Statey" holidays while being outside of the country. I didn't even realize it was Thanksgiving til I haphazardly called my parents and they immediately greeted with an enthusiastic "Happy Thanksgiving!", which was soon followed by my realization that I was sitting alone in an apartment in Bogota, eating wiener and cheese quesadillas that I made on a George Foreman grill.
Oh well. I was never much into celebrating the colonization of Native people anyways.
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i thought it was a huge, simply made empanada for a second. looks good still! miss you.
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